Drinks at the Bar
Wilmington, Delaware
Bobby Campisi had hold of Donna’s shoulders, shaking her. “What did he mean by that? He said you begged him to go. Go where? When?”
Frankie came up behind them and tore Bobby away from his sister. “Cut the s**t! Both of you.” He stared at Donna. “What the hell is wrong with you? Mom’s on the couch crying, and you’re over here fighting.” He got close to Donna. “If you can’t act civil, leave.” He turned to Bobby. “That goes for you, too. Straighten up or get out.”
“That’s an easy decision for me,” Bobby said. He didn’t slam the door when he left, but he closed it hard.
Donna acted as if she would go for him, but Frankie stopped her. “Let him go. He’ll be back.”
She wiped her eyes with a handkerchief. “I’m sorry, Frankie. You know how he gets.”
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